As the ax reached its zenith a sudden rustling sound that originated in the bushes behind Jerald caused the ax-murderer to pause. He cocked his head to one side and squinted his eyes as he attempted to make out the cause of the disturbance.

In the blink of an eye a snarling blur of legs, fur and teeth emerged from the bushes, leapt over Jerald's sprawled body and slammed into the ax-murderer. The ax was sent flying backwards as he stumbled back in shock.

"Rex!" Jerald cried in pained delight when he recognized his faithful dog.

"Hello Jerald," Rex replied over his shoulder before he returned to growling and barking at his master's would-be killers.

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